was time to update a little 'blog. So I do this in two ways, because I do not want me to miss anything. First of all, enjoy the benefits of "design" and change a bit 'style (which do you think? I loved the library in the background, but there is still time to tweak and return everything, eh?), Then will delight you with a new post.
avventurosissima Yesterday was a day in which I followed in the footsteps of the great Xena (Warrior Princess!) And, heedless of danger, are been, for the first time in my life, a horse!
HORSE, I say!
was something I wanted to do before you die, and then when I was presented with an opportunity I jumped at the.
Xena and Argo.
The method of the instructor (if you want to call it) was the best. I have defined as "arrangements or die." In the sense that made me mount Rocinante (not sure yet if it were a male or female, or the name ... so the / a call Rocinante), has provided me with basic information such as "shots here and turn right, shots here and turn left, pull both the reins and brakes "and went at a gallop. Better that way. After an initial moment of loss, I took matters in hand and I left. Just a shame that I and my companions in adventure we got back, she began to rain. Also a pity that the instructor and it is highly screwed by hard man and what was pure, led us in the woods in the flood. So after one minute we were completely soaked, and we waited another hour and passes water and discomfort.
But that's okay, that Xena is not traveling the world with an umbrella, eh? If you tolerate the discomfort, I can do it myself.
While wandering through the woods in the saddle of Rocinante, in a strange loneliness (we were in single file, a man of few words and when he was in the lead spoke she felt only the first in line. I was second to last ... and still the water that came down did not feel anything whatever), I thought about all those men (no women, because once they were locked in the house because of a male-dominated society that he has not yet contained. I thought that too.), I said, thinking of all those men who had traveled the world on horseback, under the weather, because there was no other way to travel. And when we passed through the fields soaked with water, which were very English moors in Wuthering Heights , I thought just to Wuthering Heights. Beautiful book.
Rocinante was a horse (I establish that she was female) nice, but clumsy. In the sense that downhill, on the cobblestones, has stumbled several times (prosecutors terror & dismay) and then managed to get kick in his face by the horse ahead of us, soaring as a result (with my HUGE horror & dismay). After the football in his face took on an attitude as a member of a baby female gang in the Bronx (or ... Little Britain Vicky Pollard, anyone?) Has suddenly accelerated and drove to get the horse who had insulted (I think so, because Rocinante had a little 'face of those who do not put their hooves on the nose by anyone). This sudden acceleration, needless to say, causing me UNVERIFIABLE terror & dismay.
Despite these moments of tension just described, I must admit, modestly, to essermela gotten big. And the bond that develops between a woman and her horse rider beginner awkward and touchy it is something unforgettable. In fact I do not think I would be able to recognize if Rocinante her again, but maybe we would be inexplicably attracted to each other by a magnetic force, who knows.
There is a photographic record of my company, I think. But unfortunately it does not yet have. But sooner or later the post here, so you can make the comparison between me and Xena. Now they are rewarding.
I & Rocinante.
HORSE, I say!
was something I wanted to do before you die, and then when I was presented with an opportunity I jumped at the.
Xena and Argo. The method of the instructor (if you want to call it) was the best. I have defined as "arrangements or die." In the sense that made me mount Rocinante (not sure yet if it were a male or female, or the name ... so the / a call Rocinante), has provided me with basic information such as "shots here and turn right, shots here and turn left, pull both the reins and brakes "and went at a gallop. Better that way. After an initial moment of loss, I took matters in hand and I left. Just a shame that I and my companions in adventure we got back, she began to rain. Also a pity that the instructor and it is highly screwed by hard man and what was pure, led us in the woods in the flood. So after one minute we were completely soaked, and we waited another hour and passes water and discomfort.
But that's okay, that Xena is not traveling the world with an umbrella, eh? If you tolerate the discomfort, I can do it myself.
While wandering through the woods in the saddle of Rocinante, in a strange loneliness (we were in single file, a man of few words and when he was in the lead spoke she felt only the first in line. I was second to last ... and still the water that came down did not feel anything whatever), I thought about all those men (no women, because once they were locked in the house because of a male-dominated society that he has not yet contained. I thought that too.), I said, thinking of all those men who had traveled the world on horseback, under the weather, because there was no other way to travel. And when we passed through the fields soaked with water, which were very English moors in Wuthering Heights , I thought just to Wuthering Heights. Beautiful book.
Rocinante was a horse (I establish that she was female) nice, but clumsy. In the sense that downhill, on the cobblestones, has stumbled several times (prosecutors terror & dismay) and then managed to get kick in his face by the horse ahead of us, soaring as a result (with my HUGE horror & dismay). After the football in his face took on an attitude as a member of a baby female gang in the Bronx (or ... Little Britain Vicky Pollard, anyone?) Has suddenly accelerated and drove to get the horse who had insulted (I think so, because Rocinante had a little 'face of those who do not put their hooves on the nose by anyone). This sudden acceleration, needless to say, causing me UNVERIFIABLE terror & dismay.
Despite these moments of tension just described, I must admit, modestly, to essermela gotten big. And the bond that develops between a woman and her horse rider beginner awkward and touchy it is something unforgettable. In fact I do not think I would be able to recognize if Rocinante her again, but maybe we would be inexplicably attracted to each other by a magnetic force, who knows.
There is a photographic record of my company, I think. But unfortunately it does not yet have. But sooner or later the post here, so you can make the comparison between me and Xena. Now they are rewarding.
I & Rocinante. 
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